What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:08
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I'll see you when I get there,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Is it wise to choose your family over your honor?
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Movin objects mentally
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The other one don't understand me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gangbangers that spit slang
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',